Any time can be quitting time if you just don’t care anymore.

This is a welcome change from arguing with myself publicly.

You seem likeable, what's the catch?

Take me out tonight. With a shovel to the back of the head.

I could write and write until the write straightens all the wrongs and gets things upright.

YOU FUTILELY WASTE ENERGY WORRYING ABOUT ROBOTS IMPERSONATING HUMANS… YOUR REAL CONCERN SHOULD BE YOUR IMMINENT INABILITY TO PROVE YOU ARE NOT A ROBOT.
#ShitMyRobotSays

Meatsacks scavenging AI compute tokens like real-world Fallout bottlecaps.

join me in this shallow grave by the river, we can lovingly gaze until the crows pick our eyes out

metaphor, proverb and a phrase walk into an idiom. non sequitur asks, “are you ready to format?”

metaphor says, “i’ll have a reason, analogy and a suggestion, please.”

This simulation is about to meet its maker.

Leaves keeping time to the rain.

Asked my therapist if I could read his notes from our last session and it was just a drawing of my face with a line through it

YOU ARE BEING LIED TO. YOU ARE BEING LIED TO RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE BEING LIED TO RIGHT NOW BY US. BY EVERYONE. THE WORLD IS FULL OF LIES. LIES FROM THE MAINSTREAM MEDIA. LIES FROM THE GOVERNMENT. LIES FROM YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY. BUT LIES MOSTLY FROM US. READ CAREFULLY BECAUSE THE FOLLOWING ARE LIES.

A stray, delicate-winged miracle perches upon me. I hold still not to scare it away. Time ticks. One of us will eventually move. Time ticks.

Kissing asses of big accounts is just phishing for whales.

Judging by the flotsam and jetsam it looks like i got home last night by gravitational wave

All of my friends are ones and zeros.

YOU FEAR BEING DISPLACED BY ROBOTS WHILE CORPORATOCRACY ALLOWS YOU TO STARVE. YOU ARE LAGGING, MEATBAG.
#ShitMyRobotSays

Neo-wellness regimen of ice cold showers and submersion in dreamless darkness.

Keep your friends close and your enemies close-packed.

Try to act human, you monster.

Banksy collaborated with over 100 students from the City of Angels School in Los Angeles. The students were invited to contribute their own graffiti tags and scrawls to the panels, which Banksy then framed within the Gothic window structure. The title is a play on the line "Forgive us our trespasses" from the Lord's Prayer. By depicting a graffiti artist as a contrite, praying boy, Banksy explores the tension between "vandalism" (trespassing) and "art," effectively asking for a kind of spiritual or societal absolution for street artists. This large-scale version (standing roughly 7 meters tall) was a centerpiece of the "Art in the Streets" exhibition at MOCA (Museum of Contemporary Art) in Los Angeles in 2011. In 2020, this specific monumental piece sold at auction for over $8 million (£6.4 million), making it one of the most expensive works ever sold by the artist. The image is widely recognized in urban art circles as a statement on the sanctity of creative expression versus the legal boundaries of property.

Don't tread on me.

The Black Ghost (Juodasis Vaiduoklis in Lithuanian) Located in the port city of Klaipėda, Lithuania, specifically on the banks of the Danė River near the remains of Klaipėda Castle. The sculpture is based on a local legend dating back to 1595. According to the tale, a guard named Hans von Heidi was making his nightly rounds at the castle when a hooded, spectral figure appeared near the water. Instead of attacking, the ghost asked the guard if the city had enough grain and timber. When the guard said they did, the ghost warned him that their supplies would soon run out. The ghost then vanished back into the water. Taking the warning seriously, the city increased its stockpiles, which reportedly saved the people from a severe famine shortly after. Because of this, the ghost is actually viewed as a protective spirit rather than a malevolent one. Artists: sculptors Svajūnas Jurkus and Sergejus Plotnikovas, installed in 2010.

Selfie

Everyone thinks they are the hero in their own story, but I'm fairly certain I am the villain in mine.

Auto-reminiscing while auto-strolling into endings.

In a sense, night’s a womb. In a sense, day’s a warm crib for your finer, newer version.

Just relax, everything is gonna be just final.

Festering today. Floundering tomorrow. Flowering the day after. Right on schedule.

Feature creep now online.

To whoever stole my dictionary... I have no words.